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Blair smiled as the others asked her questions. Taking a bottle of water out of the refrigerator she walked over to the group.
"My parents", she said calmly. "Both of them are the heads of a multi-billion corporation."
She uncapped the bottle and took a sip. "They buy me these things and think that it makes up for the fact that they never spent any time with me as a child."
Blair laughed and sat down on a nearby chair. She had divulged too much to the small group of heroes. She hated telling people about herself or expressing any type of emotion.
"Enough about me. Where are you three from?"
"My parents", she said calmly. "Both of them are the heads of a multi-billion corporation."
She uncapped the bottle and took a sip. "They buy me these things and think that it makes up for the fact that they never spent any time with me as a child."
Blair laughed and sat down on a nearby chair. She had divulged too much to the small group of heroes. She hated telling people about herself or expressing any type of emotion.
"Enough about me. Where are you three from?"
"I don't think that would be wise," said the robot, shaking his head, "To acknowledge the existence of the powers would likely get unwanted attention. Carter left the Company, but it didn't collapse once she had gone. They will likely still have records concerning us, and the power-manifestations in general, and will be simply waiting for the next occurrence"
"Arizona," smirks Chris at the window, "left after I nearly blow a friend up," he laughs coldly as he turns to the others, "been here ever since, you two?" he nods to James and Ray.
Shifty could hear some talking coming from inside the apartment then the young man he was following opened the door "Yea?" the man asked in an annoyed tone. Shifty quickly went back into his customary basic human, non-girl, non-guy and blank body and face but still in the suit and said "I know about your 'power' and I just want to talk. The girl can come out to, if she wants to. This is her apartment after all."
Ryan was, of course, surprised by the sudden shape change of the man, and his (he, she, it? He couldn't tell, actually) new appearance. He tried his best to not look surprised, however, but since a million thoughts, fears, reliefs, and instincts had instantly flooded his mind, he just... froze.
Oh my god! What? No! That can't be... that can't be possible! Another one? Really? Oh my god! That's awesome! Another person with pow- no wait he's dangerous! He has powers like me and Amy, maybe stronger, he could be here to kill us! But he would have done that already, wouldn't he? I mean, I've been standing here with my mouth open for several seconds now, wouldn't he have attacked? Maybe he's waiting to catch us both in one shot ...
By now he had been simply standing there for almost ten seconds as the thoughts barraged his head. Any chance of convincing this guy of anything other than the truth had been blown. Damn. All he could do now was be cautious.
"Alright." Ryan straitened up, releasing his iron grip on the doorknob. "We can... talk, but we'll start here, at the door. What is it you want? Maybe you can convince me i should trust you." The words came out rather forceful, and steady, and... strong, which wasn't something Ryan had ever expected from his own mouth, especially in a situation like this. He wasn't sure what had stirred up that buried facet of his character (well, he could make one pretty good guess), but he liked it.
Oh my god! What? No! That can't be... that can't be possible! Another one? Really? Oh my god! That's awesome! Another person with pow- no wait he's dangerous! He has powers like me and Amy, maybe stronger, he could be here to kill us! But he would have done that already, wouldn't he? I mean, I've been standing here with my mouth open for several seconds now, wouldn't he have attacked? Maybe he's waiting to catch us both in one shot ...
By now he had been simply standing there for almost ten seconds as the thoughts barraged his head. Any chance of convincing this guy of anything other than the truth had been blown. Damn. All he could do now was be cautious.
"Alright." Ryan straitened up, releasing his iron grip on the doorknob. "We can... talk, but we'll start here, at the door. What is it you want? Maybe you can convince me i should trust you." The words came out rather forceful, and steady, and... strong, which wasn't something Ryan had ever expected from his own mouth, especially in a situation like this. He wasn't sure what had stirred up that buried facet of his character (well, he could make one pretty good guess), but he liked it.
Sorry, worked late tonight. My fridays and saturdays are always packed. I'm goin to bed now though, cuz i'm exhausted, so good night.
"I know about your 'power' and I just want to talk. The girl can come out to, if she wants to. This is her apartment after all."
Amy stiffened, and pried the door open slightly. She stood back within the safety of the door, leaning heavily against its frame. She was surprised that she was still conscious- she must be running on adrenaline. Or maybe she was becoming even stronger against these massive bursts of energy.
The person in the front door was curious- she could only see his face over Ryan's shoulder. His skin was grey, almost lifeless and cold. At least, she assumed it was a he- it looked so much like both genders, bearing the best facial features of each. In a way, 'he' reminded her of the feminine male elves in their flowing robes that she had seen pictures of as a child. Although, she doubted that was what this morphing man truly was.
She noted the strength in Ryan's voice and relaxed a bit- her shoulders didn't droop, but her face softened. Perhaps her little outburst hadn't been all bad luck. Peeking through the bedroom door, she watched, hoping they would gain a new ally.
Amy stiffened, and pried the door open slightly. She stood back within the safety of the door, leaning heavily against its frame. She was surprised that she was still conscious- she must be running on adrenaline. Or maybe she was becoming even stronger against these massive bursts of energy.
The person in the front door was curious- she could only see his face over Ryan's shoulder. His skin was grey, almost lifeless and cold. At least, she assumed it was a he- it looked so much like both genders, bearing the best facial features of each. In a way, 'he' reminded her of the feminine male elves in their flowing robes that she had seen pictures of as a child. Although, she doubted that was what this morphing man truly was.
She noted the strength in Ryan's voice and relaxed a bit- her shoulders didn't droop, but her face softened. Perhaps her little outburst hadn't been all bad luck. Peeking through the bedroom door, she watched, hoping they would gain a new ally.
"You see I dont know who I am, what gender, age or even if im human. I have a power and so do you so I thought you might be able to help." shifty said almost hopefully. Hope, it was a strange and uncomfortable emotion and he did not care for it all to much but if these people could help him find out who or what he was then it would be worth it.
"Well, they're hardly the most subtle lot. Just earlier they were about to kill each other with super powers in the middle of a crowd and blowing stuff up. If we show them the recording, maybe they'll learn not to do that shit anymore. But I doubt it.
"If we don't act on it, someone else will."
"If we don't act on it, someone else will."
Ray looks into the cabinet, he see's bottles of all different shapes and size's, a small clear vodka bottle get his attention, it was similar to the one's he saw in hotels and on planes. He quickly grabs the bottle and unscrews the cap. Ray starts sipping on the small clear bottle. He turns to the group.
"so, you guy's public about you abilities?" Ray asks.
"so, you guy's public about you abilities?" Ray asks.
Ryan considered the words for a moment. This "man", as he would refer to him for the time being, could be here to capture them, or kill them, or spy on them, or all three. Or his story could be true, maybe he really didn't know who he was, and was just looking for help. He couldn't see anything in the person's demeanor or attitude that suggested either way, in fact the man's face was quite expressionless, and his body language gave away almost as much emotion as a log. He got the impression that this guy would make the perfect liar.
For some reason, though, Ryan felt that he should believe him. He knew all too well that feelings could betray you, however, so it wouldn't hurt to still be cautious. He eyed the man darkly for another few seconds before answering.
"Alright. You can come in. But i'm watching you, so don't try anything." He doubted whether or not he really would be able to stop this guy if he tried something, but there were two of them, and one of him, so if worst came to worst, they'd stand a fighting chance. At least for long enough to let her run.
He opened the door and stepped to the side, letting the man in, then shut the door and walked closely behind him. "Have a seat" he motioned to one of the chairs to the right of the couch, near the window. It was on the far side of the room, so he and Amy would be between the man and the nearest exit, and the man would be close to a several-story fall. He figured it was the best setup.
He sat down on the right side of the couch, then glanced at the bedroom door with a reassuring look.
For some reason, though, Ryan felt that he should believe him. He knew all too well that feelings could betray you, however, so it wouldn't hurt to still be cautious. He eyed the man darkly for another few seconds before answering.
"Alright. You can come in. But i'm watching you, so don't try anything." He doubted whether or not he really would be able to stop this guy if he tried something, but there were two of them, and one of him, so if worst came to worst, they'd stand a fighting chance. At least for long enough to let her run.
He opened the door and stepped to the side, letting the man in, then shut the door and walked closely behind him. "Have a seat" he motioned to one of the chairs to the right of the couch, near the window. It was on the far side of the room, so he and Amy would be between the man and the nearest exit, and the man would be close to a several-story fall. He figured it was the best setup.
He sat down on the right side of the couch, then glanced at the bedroom door with a reassuring look.
James eagerly helped himself to a small bottle of gin from the cabinet. Seeing a small fridge, he opened it to get to the small freezer tray, and helped himself to a couple of ice cubes which he dropped into a glass, along with some slices of lemon that he squeezed in. Tipping the gin over the icy mixture of lemon juice and wedges, he savoured the cold burning of the juniper liquor and smiled.
"Not in the slightest, it brings more trouble than it's worth."
"Not in the slightest, it brings more trouble than it's worth."
"Case and point," sighs Chris quietly.
He looks at the drinks cabinet and scoffs, "hate that stuff," he looks to James drinking the gin , "how can you poison yourself with that crap?"
He looks at the drinks cabinet and scoffs, "hate that stuff," he looks to James drinking the gin , "how can you poison yourself with that crap?"